My mother’s home

Last night I spent in my mother’s home. As I write today I am still at my mother’s home. This is not the house I grew up in. I actually never grew up in a single house – moving at least 23 times before I got married. But every house was my home because my mother was in it. My father’s job took him away from us but I don’t remember a single day my mother was away. Then when I was 21, she had an accident that left her hospitalised for 3 months but that was the only time she was away .

After I got married my parents decided to live abroad and sold each and every item that I remembered from my childhood. Even though they have returned home for the past 25 years, I still find it strange that I can’t see the pots I remember from my childhood. My mother too has stopped working and no more does she wear her starched cotton sarees that I could wipe my hands on.

But I still love to visit as often as I could to spend those few hours/days in her company. I have to shout to make myself heard, sometimes we don’t agree but I am happy to be home and have her next to me.

Author: Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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